Eight hundred and seventieth chapters descendant of the dragon
Looking at the yellow faces, the pairs of black eyes, their faces full of tears, their eyes full of hope, and the bright red national flags in their hands, He Zhenzhong knew
, many of them are just Chinese, with Chinese ancestry, and many of them have never even been to China once. Maybe they can only see the five-star red flag on TV and the Internet, but at least the imprint of the motherland is still deeply engraved in their lives.
In the deepest part of the world, they will still be happy and cheer with the rise of China.
Deng Deng Deng.
Several officials from the Lang Son Provincial Government came over, holding several seal boxes in their hands, representing that they had handed over the right to rule here.
He Zhenzhong grabbed it and held it high.
At this moment, all the Vietnamese present were crying, their hearts were deeply occupied by humiliation, and they were all gritting their teeth, but they had no choice but to just look at it like this